(2014)
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low